Revenge fuck with my former friend’s ex girlfriend. [MF]

***Like I’ve said in previous posts. I figured it would be fun to go back to my promiscuous (man-whore) days and recall some of the stories from back then. I’m generally considered a good-looking guy (6’3”, dark hair, blue eyes, swimmers build, workout regularly), so that enabled me to have quite a fun sex life. These stories are 100% true and not embellished in any way. I think that a straight honest story even if not as exciting at times is a bigger turn on, so that is what I will continue to try to give.***

I met Jay through a mutual friend when I was in undergrad. To be honest, I hated him at first. It always felt like he was trying a little too hard. Trying too hard to be funny. Trying too hard to be the center of attention. Trying too hard to impress women. Once I was around him more I thought he was cool, just a little insecure. We bonded over our love for punk music, which was unexpected because at first glance he seemed like a total bro.

Jay had been dating Allison for a year when we met. Allison was attractive. She was about 5’2”, very petite, small b cups, and a cute perky ass. She lived in London until she was 8 and still had a hint of an accent. She kind of resembled Anna Kendrick. Unfortunately, it seemed like Allison was a living breathing stereotype of an overbearing girlfriend. She was constantly trying to throw water on his burning fire for life. She blew up his phone all night if he was out with us or at a party. She regularly threatened to break up with him if he didn’t call her immediately, or come home, or whatever request she had on a given night. It wasn’t any better when she was with us. She seemed like she hated him. She rolled her eyes when he made jokes, started arguments, and was constantly trying to get him to leave. The whole thing seemed toxic and I did not understand why they were together. I thought maybe things were good with them at first and had just gotten bad around the time we met.

About six months after meeting Jay we were at a party. It was one of those parties that was too big. Warm humid air and people packed in shoulder to shoulder. I spotted Jay talking to an attractive girl, but didn’t think much of it. The night went on and I noticed he had been talking to her most of the night. I was curious, so I kept an eye out to see where it was going. Not too much later I saw Jay walk out the door with her and head down the street. I went up to one of our friends and asked what Jay was doing leaving with her. He shrugged it off and threw his hands in the air. On one hand, I thought he was an asshole for leaving with her. On the other hand, I kind of understood why he might do it based on the interactions I saw with his girlfriend, but why not just break up with her. That night was just the tip of the iceberg.

I saw Jay cheat on his girlfriend multiple times over the course of the next two years. I learned over time from our mutual friends that this was happening long before I ever noticed anything. Jay was just one of those guys who cheated. He didn’t think it was a big deal and thought it was just guys being guys. He never said much about it to me other than just a wink wink kind of thing. I grew to hate him again, but tolerated him being around because of my other friends. I then understood why Allison was so overbearing. He had been fucking other women the entire time they were together. I don’t know if she knew for sure, but he sent her plenty of red flags and even if she didn’t know for a fact it seemed like she knew deep down.

They finally broke up after three years of being together. It was never completely clear what the final straw was, but I’m sure it was related to him cheating. Two weeks after the breakup I was at Whole Foods when I ran into Allison. I had seen her there a couple times in the past, because we lived close. Jay moved out of the apartment they shared and she stayed. I felt very awkward when I saw her walking down the aisle and didn’t quite know how to handle the situation. I honestly didn’t know her well at all. We spoke occasionally when we were all hanging out together, but like I said she was almost always in a bad mood.
To my surprise, her face lit up when she saw me. She gave me an enthusiastic “hi,” and gave me a side hug. Confused, I just rolled with it and tried to match her energy. I asked how she had been doing. She said she had been doing well and made no mention of Jay or anything that had transpired. I kind of understood her approach. Why dwell? I thought, good for her. After the very brief small talk she said, “We should still hangout sometime. We don’t have to be strangers.” She mentioned a party her friends were having the next weekend and said me and some of my friends should come. I chalked it all up to being nice and just things people say in certain social situations. I said, “Yeah for sure. That sounds cool.” She said, “I don’t think I have your number.” She didn’t. There was really no reason for her to ever have it. I think we might have been on a brief group text once a couple years prior, but hers was one of the numbers I just looked at and didn’t bother to add to my contacts. I gave her my number and we went our separate ways.

I paid and had only walked a minute or two down the street when I felt my phone vibrate. It was her. “Allison,” the text read. I was half surprised she even texted. I figured I wouldn’t hear from her until the next time I awkwardly ran into her at Whole Foods. A few minutes later I felt my phone vibrate again. It read, “small favor?” I responded, “Yeah, sure. What’s up?” My phone vibrated again, she was calling. She said her apartment was in chaos after Jay moved all his stuff out. She had a few heavy things that needed to be moved and rearranged, but couldn’t do it herself. She was very apologetic throughout the call and said something along the lines of, “Sorry, you are the only guy I know who lives close by and it just clicked when I saw you. I’ve been having to look at this chaotic place for days and days and just want to get it settled. If you can’t do it, seriously don’t worry about it.” I had no plans, so I said I could spare an hour or so. I didn’t really know how much work she was talking about, so I put the one hour cap on it. I didn’t want to walk into a five-hour job of hard labor with the expectation I was going to do it all for her. Again, I didn’t know her that well.

I dropped my groceries off at my apartment and made the five-minute walk to her apartment. When I got there, she thanked me profusely and asked if I wanted anything to drink. I declined and asked what all she needed to be done. She wanted to move her two couches, a coffee table, and the bedroom dresser. It was only going to take 20 minutes at most. I thought it was going to be way worse. Once I saw how easy it would be I asked if she had any beer. She grabbed two. We each took a few sips and got to work. We both leaned down to pick up a side of the coffee table. It was one of those heavy glass and metal ones. Her shirt was loose and at that angle I could see straight in, her small perky breasts resting in her bra. I’m fairly sure she caught me looking, but I glanced away quickly. She just sort of awkwardly pulled her shirt up after we set the table down. The other pieces of furniture weren’t quite as low to the ground, so I didn’t get the same view. We were finished, but stood in her kitchen talking for a few minutes and sipped on our beers. Then she said, “Actually can we move the coffee table just like two feet forward. I think it’s too close to the couch.” We walked over and both leaned down again. Again, I could see straight into her shirt. She looked straight at me this time and didn’t look away. I wondered if this was her way of trying to flirt.

We set the table down and walked back in the kitchen. I felt a definite change in vibe after that moment. Sexual tension was bouncing back and forth between us. We kept talking a bit and drank our beers more quickly. The whole time we were talking I was only thinking about how I was going to make a move on her. We stared intensely at each other as we talked and it felt like a magnetic force propelled me toward her. I stepped forward and reached my hand behind her neck, drawing he close. We began kissing furiously. My mouth moved from her lips, down her neck, and up to her ears. Within moments I had her shirt and bra off. She was unbuckling my belt. It all happened lightning fast. Soon she was on her knees staring at my cock about to take it in her mouth. I felt her tongue twist and turn as her lips slid up and down the length of it. As my cock was going in and out of her mouth I realized I was probably a rebound fuck. I’m sure she wanted to get back at Jay in her own way. I hated the guy, so I was happy to do it for her.

After a few minutes, she stood up and quickly pulled her pants and panties off. She walked out of the kitchen and said, “I want you to fuck me hard.” She walked into the bedroom and got on all fours on the bed. I got behind her and slid my cock in. She was very petite and tight and made me worry for a minute that I would cum way too soon to give her what she wanted. I slid in and out of her at a steady pace, trying to get used to the way my cock felt inside her. I grabbed her hair and tugged a little. She moaned. I pulled harder on her hair and picked up my pace. She began blurting out, “fuck me hard. Fuck me hard.” I was slamming in and out of her as hard and fast as I could. Her neck arched back as I pulled harder and harder on her hair. I was so fucking turned seeing this wild side of this woman I had only known as an acquaintance for years. I was even more turned on that in a small way I was getting back at that douchebag, Jay. I could only hold out a few more minutes and told her I was about to cum. She pulled away and turned around. She told me to cum on her face. My cum shot out in hard spurts, splashing off her face and then running down. I apologized for her not getting off yet and told her to give me a minute to get some water.

I grabbed water from the kitchen and told her to start sucking my cock again. I sat with my back against the headboard of the bed and she made herself comfortable crouched between my legs, slowly working me back up. She still had cum on parts of her face and you could see where some had begun to dry. It might not sound like it, but it was sexy. After a few minutes of slowly sucking and teasing my cock with her tongue I was fully hard again. She got on her back and threw her legs over my shoulders. I slid my cock in her still soaking wet pussy. We went at a much slower pace this time and she rubbed her clit as we got into a steady rhythm. After a short time, she began tensing up and I watched as a partial smile and look of pure pleasure came over her face. She grabbed me and asked me to go slow. She was close to cumming again. She shook and tensed up again. We worked back up to an intense pace. I put my hand behind the top of her back and in one motion flipped her over on top of me. I was now on my back with her riding me. I grabbed her hips and slammed her up and down on my cock. She played with her nipples as she rode me. I was getting close again and told her I was about to cum. She grinded her ass down onto me even harder. She said, “cum for me, baby.” I felt it pulsating through my cock. I was shooting my cum in her. She closed her eyes and slowly grinded up and down on me. She collapsed forward onto my chest with my cock still in her. We stayed like that for a moment before she got up. When she rose off me a little cum ran down her leg and down my cock. We were both exhausted.

I stayed there at her apartment for an hour or so just watching TV and talking with her. I only fucked her one other time about a week later. I truly think she just fucked me for a rebound and to mentally get back at Jay by fucking a guy from his friend group. Who knows, maybe she fucked other friends from the friend group, but they just stayed silent too. I didn’t say anything to anyone, so maybe she did something similar with them.

***Also, if you are a female and live near me (p.s. I moved) you should send me a message. Might be a long shot, but would be cool/interesting to have sex with someone that enjoys my stories and then becomes a story haha***

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/768nk3/revenge_fuck_with_my_former_friends_ex_girlfriend